Dream or Nightmare?

Disclaimer: These aren't actually my characters I'm using, but there isn't a section that I could put this under. Ian belongs to the people at gaiaonline.com and hopefully they'll take a note from this and have him senselessly screwed into the ground ^_^

Ian stared at the ceiling of the small cell he occupied. It was his home for the duration of the trial since his family couldn't post the bail. Sasha had told him during a short visit that Gino offered to pay it but the boutique owner had flatly refused, giving Sasha a flat out lie that the cell was fine and Gino should spend his money on worthier pursuits. The island girl had looked worried for a moment, and that had warmed his heart enough to keep him going just a bit longer. But now the voting was underway and he was alone again.

Five entire days was the estimate for how long it would take to tally all the votes. Nearly another week to sit in a cold room and contemplate his future, or lack thereof. To his knowledge, there had never been such a serious case before in Gaia. There had been arsen and burglary and the like but most times it was settled out of court or there wasn't enough evidence for it to hold up in the courtroom. Lucky him, he was the first to try out the judicial system of Gaia.

He had heard the guards whisper that if he was convicted he would be shipped off to a foreign prison. A shudder passed up his spine and he huddled under the thin cotton blankets that were far too itchy for his liking. He didn't want to think of what would happen to him in prison. It was true, he could throw a punch or two if he had to, but it truly wasn't in him to be a violent person. He was a waif and he'd always been picked on in school... how could he surrvive around hardened criminals.

A thought passed his mind and he shut his eyes tightly, turning his face into the pillow to stiffle his tears. His stomach clenched and rolled violently at the thought of doing 'favours' for brawny men that could snap him like a twig. The thought of sex didn't bother him, in all honesty he actually found Gino attractive on a physical level. But he'd been beaten up so much during his teen years that he hated being around people stronger than him. Even the nice guy who ran the guilds made him nervous.

That was really why he liked Sasha so much. She wouldn't hurt a fly, and even if she had the inclination, she was just as tiny as he was so he wasn't at risk of ending up bruised and battered.

Ian shut his eyes softly, tryin to picture Sasha making her way around her kitchen, the constant smile on her face just for him to see... A brief goofy smile crossed his features as he drifted to sleep, unaware of the dreams lurking in the recesses of his mind.

He wasn't sure where he was but he knew he was in danger. There was a tall beefy looking man blocking the cell door and for some reason there was only one bed. Ian looked about in confusion, his heart beating faster and faster as the door clanged shut and the man stalked towards him, the jailer walking away with something in his hands.

"Fresh meat..." The convinct chuckled darkly, "My favorite. Now I'm gonna make this really simply for you. I got something that needs taking care of--"

"Please..." Ian interrupted, backing up against the wall, raising a sheet like it could shield him.

"That's real cute..."

Ian felt the bed shift and the sheet was pulled away roughly and his eyes widened, looking up at the man who invaded his cell. He should have expected this but he'd hoped that he could have been spared. A firm hand was placed on the back of his neck just before he was kissed with bruising force. A defeated whimper barely escaped his lips and Ian tried to push the heavily muscled man off him. Calloused fingers groped their way into his pants and the former boutique owner stiffened, struggling as he was pushed into the matress. The man pulled up just long enough to leave small bite marks down his throat, leaving poor Ian shamefully aware of his vulnerability.

"You're so damn tiny, I bet you'll scream real nice for me when I'm--"

"Please don't." Ian cried, salty tears running down his cheeks.

A sharp slap broke through the still air and the brunnette stopped fighting for a moment, too frightened to move. His breath caught in his throat as he looked past his molestor to a shadowed figure that had silently crept in. His gut dropped at the thought of having two pairs of hands grasping at him and a modicrum of relief flooded through him when the shadow effortlessly plucked the man off him and threw him across the room. Ian hastily tried to put his clothes back in order only to find his body dragged against a well defined chest.

He tensed up a moment then looked up at his erstwhile rescuer. The first man seemed terrified of the other and started to crawl out of the room.

"He's mine." The stranger spoke softly, a hint of venom laced ice in his voice. "You or anyone else touches him and I'll cut you apart."

The first man nodded hastily as he ran out, not taking the time to shut the cell behind him. Ian stared at the spot where he'd been then at the floor as a warm hand glided up his back to rest on his shoulder. Familiar tears welled up in his eyes and slowly trickled down his cheeks. He tensed as the man at his side leaned in and licked away the traces of sadness, his hand moving from shoulder to hip and gently squeezing. Ian felt his breath coming faster and flinched when the strange man tried to pull him in closer.

"Don't be like that, I'm here to protect you... for a price. You take care of me and I'll take care of you. It's a fair trade." The taller man smirked, caressing Ian's thigh.

"I don't even know you..." Ian fumbled for words, looking up at the man.

"You don't need to know me, just know I'll be the one protecting you."

"So... I'm your.." Ian grimaced at the dirty word he was thinking of, frightened of it's implications.

"You're my bitch." The man chuckled, cupping the lithe man through his pants.

"How do I know someone's not going to do to you what you did to that guy?" Ian blurted out, putting a resisting hand on the man's.

He found himself quickly on his back, his legs forced up on the other man's shoulders. Smoldering blue eyes looked down at him like he was something to be devoured and for a moment that's what Ian wanted. He felt the biceps under his thighs and flushed at the thought of the powerful man protecting him from anyone else. At the very least, he'd only have to give himself to one man rather than whoring himself out to anyone for a bit of safety. He flinched and closed his eyes, turning his face away.

"F-f-fine, just do it."

"No, you want proof, you'll see."

Ian blinked and looked up in confusion. The stranger's blonde hair tickled his chest where his shirt was forced open. Nimble fingers began rubbing and pinching his nipples until they were hard from the attention and Ian was squirming, confused and aroused. A quiet growl echoed in the room and the shirt was thrown across the room. The sandy haired man was panting from the attention, not used to anyone so much as looking at him. The man's hands were gently stroking his sides and Ian wriggled, blushing when he felt the stranger's fully hardened length against his bottom, seperated by a few thin layers of cloth.

"What are you going to do?" The slight man asked nervously.

"I'm going to make you mine tonight, so you can feel my strength. And tomorrow in the yard you'll see, when men are trying to get you, grab your sweet ass...." The tall man took a breath to center himself, "Then I'll pound the crap out of them so you have no doubts."

Ian squirmed, more discomforted by the thought of violence than his impending penetration. Warily he nodded his ascent and wound his arms around the man's neck, gasping as the muscled man dipped down to suckle his neck. Warm hands pushed his pants down and he blushed, manuevering his legs so that they could be pulled off. His heart was in his throat and the blonde man cupped his bottom, pulling him up to press their groins together. The smaller male sighed in contentment as kisses were trailed down his chest.

"That feels good..." Ian smiled slightly, surprised and not expecting the gentleness.

He tensed when he heard a dark chuckle and yelped when he was flipped over, a pair of strong hands parting the cleft of his buttocks. The kisses that began on his chest continued on his chest down to his slim hips. There was a sound of rustling clothe and Ian pulled away to turn on his side. The stranger growled but was soon silenced by a hungry kiss.

"Please, let me see you..."

The muscular blonde swallowed and nodded numbly, pulling Ian close once more. Long legs linked around the seme's hips as thick fingers quested downwards, pressing against his pucker and sliding in. Ian had a moment to wonder where the man had gotten lubricant before all coherant thought left him. His arms were shaking as he pulled himself up to the man's ear to whisper.

"That feels.. oh god don't stop."

The blue eyed stranger quickly put an arm around Ian to keep him from collapsing as his fingers stretched deeper inside his virgin channel. His breath was warm against his ear as he whimpered and begged for the torture to continue. Normally pale skin was flushed with desire and Ian forced his hips upwards, breathlessly asking for more.

"So you want this now..?"

The smaller man stopped, looking away shamefully. He heard quiet murmurs and felt kisses along his shoulder. There was the barest hint of teeth and tongue marking the younger man.

"Don't turn away, I don't mean it like that. Hey, look at me."

Ian slowly turned his eyes back to the blonde man. When their gazes met once more the fingers were slid out, only to be replaced by something thicker. The shopkeeper whined as it was pushed into him, gripping his lover's shoulders and urging him in. The stranger smiles down at his 'bitch', face barely concealed by the shadows. The younger man's eyes were quickly clouded by lust as his lover quickly set their pace, barely giving him time to adjust before thrusting into the tightness that he'd been waiting for for the longest time.

"Please don't stop.."

"Don't worry... you belong to the most powerful man in--"

Ian jolted awake, sweat beading his brow and stickiness coating the inside of his pants. He flushed bright red as he lifted the covers and then peeled the clothe away from his skin, disbelieving the dream he'd just had. Even as his body thrummed with the after affects he wondered if it was really a dream, keeping an eye on the shadows.